By Dan57 and Cih
A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman
Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embraced. I am planning several strenuous adventures for her. I wish the readers will love them!
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Lydia was a quite simple girl born in Ontario from Irish immigrants. She had become a successful free lance journalist, hopping from one hot spot in the world to another. She had recently finished a series of reports about modern slavery in the world, girls used for sexual services by ruthless pimps from London to Hong Kong or Tangiers... Her only hobby was reading books and watching films about India : she was fascinated with the natural elegance and the slender figure of Indian women. She had watched maybe twenty times some films like Jodhaa and she was dreaming of establishing in Uttar Pradesh or in some typical state but she was quite aware that naturalization was virtually impossible. Even long stay implied that she had to employ Indian people!
Lydia wasn't interested just to live in India but to live like Indians, to share their day to day life, but not among higher varnas (castes), the Brahmins (religious caste), the Kshatriyas (military and ruling class), the Vaishyas (merchant men) or even the Sudras (servants). Lydia wasn't interested to live in India in some higher class but like some of the poorest people in the country, the Dalits.
Lydia's own sexual tendencies had played a major role in the development of this dream : she was deeply submissive and when she was at university, she really enjoyed being bullied or led by the nose by other students, male or female! Her lover told her once in a student mob to strip naked and run through the football field without getting caught by the police. It had been a joke but she had obeyed without question. She had gained the reputation of being an extravagant and determined student but also to be a real flapper!
Lydia was determined to continue her project of becoming a simple Dalit woman. Her hair was brown and her skin tanned easily. She was really curvy but hid it under oversize pullovers or tee shirts. She kept her hair very short not to be bothered with it when she was in a report... She wore no make up. In fact she was doing her best not to be remarked and she had been quite successful at it! Contrarily to her habits, she had recently visited quite often artificial tanning until her skin was as dark as country people living in the South of India! The MD had told her not to abuse of UV suntan but she practiced nude sunbathing to get an all over tan. You could find her on her four in the booth with her legs wide open turned toward the lamps, exposing the crack of her ass!
Lydia had already established a full battle plan. First, she had moved to India to get total immersion in the local civilization. She had allowed her hair to grow when she realized that her short hair singled her out in a country where many women wore opulent manes, if somewhat dirty and untidy! When she felt she was ready, she put on a simple salwar kameez.: She rent a bedroom in a country village and installed herself there. She offered to help for cotton harvesting : it's a very hard work, done under the fierce sun with little water. Lydia had attached to her forehead two bags she filled progressively. She was certainly inexperienced but she worked with enthusiasm. After a few days, she got the knack of it and was considered by the overseer just like any other worker. The pay was extremely low for twelve hours of strenuous work but she never complained. Her very dark tan and a perfect knowledge of Hindi made her become invisible in the mass of workers : she was considered as a true Indian menial worker but any control by police would reveal the truth : she had to obtain forged papers!
Fortunately, some government people in India are not impervious to bribery : an Immigration officer she had contacted on her arrival had confirmed her that obtaining Indian citizenship was virtually impossible but he would look for possibilities if she was ready to offer him a small gratification. A few days later, a Dalit girl fell from a cliff. She was single and had no known relatives. For one thousand dollars, Lydia O'Connor was offered the papers of the deceased girl who looked roughly like her. The Immigration officer just filed a demand of correction of the papers : Alina Majumdar, the deceased girl just became officially Lydia Majumdar. Lydia paid for the cremation of a nameless body and became officially Lydia (it means happiness in Hindi) Majumdar and had perfectly legal papers. She discreetly burned her Canadian papers and asked one of the other cotton harvesters where she could find a place to live! The pension she had lived in so far was now too expensive for her meagre wages! The man told her that a small house nearby was abandoned as its owner had left to live in Mumbai with his brother and his mother. She could move in just when she wanted!
The house was definitely dirty and the roof was leaking, there were no shower, no toilets, no tap water and none of the amenities Lydia had felt as granted! Lydia spent the next week and almost all the remnant of her savings cleaning the walls and the floor and repairing the roof. It wouldn't have been so difficult if she had worn a European outfit such as a simple jeans and a work jacket with plenty of pockets instead of this saree that was quite elegant but clearly not intended to work with. Lydia soon understood why many Indian women bunched up their sarees around their hips : they discovered their legs but it was so much more convenient to fill a bucket in the river without soiling her garment in the muddy water!
A man driving a pick up van saw her carrying her bucket on top of her head, trying to emulate the behaviour of the other Dalit women. She was clumsy as she had never learned how to do it and she spilled plenty of water as she walked! The man offered to drop her at her village two miles from there. Lydia had thought the offer was very kind and she accepted it gratefully. Just the man denied her to sit next to him but on the plateau on the back of the car. She imagined that her clothes were too dirty and the man didn't want to risk soiling his seats or be seen with a Dalit woman in the front seat next to him... Nearly a mile from her destination, the driver took a dirt road to the left at high speed. Lydia banged at the roof to tell the driver he had made a mistake but he sped on. He was driving so fast that Lydia was afraid to jump from the car in fear of injuring herself.
Nearly a mile further, in some completely desolated place, the man stopped. Lydia stepped down from the car, telling the driver he had made a wrong turn but the man laughed at her. He grabbed at her pallu and just drew it up. A saree is just tucked into a string holding up the petticoat : when he lifted the pallu, her saree just uncoiled from around Lydia. He threw it aside. Lydia was now just in her petticoat, her choli and her undies. The man then ripped off the string holding up her petticoat and it fell down around her heels. She tried to defend herself but the man just punched her in the belly, completely winding her. He quietly unhooked her choli and quite calmly ripped off her bra and her knickers. She was totally naked in front of him and she then only realized that the man intended to rape her! There was no one in the vicinity and the man was much stronger than she was : her situation was desperate!
This man must have weighed two hundred and forty pounds, twice heavier than her. His muscles were well toned. Lydia knew she would be no match for him even if she just tried to run away. She decided not to flee but to resist steadfastly... Unfortunately, the man wasn't patient or talkative. After just a few words, he grabbed her and threw her on the sandy ground. She tried to stand up but he pinned her down almost effortlessly. He then tied her arms above her head with the string that had held up her petticoat. Lydia desperately tried to hit his groin with her knee to no avail. He took her right breast in his mouth and started to munch at it without taking care of her screams. He was pinning her down with his weight and Lydia found it impossible to push him away. She squirmed even harder when he placed his open hand on her bare crotch. She had trimmed her pubic hair short but she had never thought some one would benefit from it in such dreadful conditions!
